Hi guys :)
My second fanfic please be nice xx
Disclaimer- I do not own Ghirahim or Fi :'( But I do own Tiro :D
Ghirahim, the prince of demons, strutted down the dimly lit hallway. His fabric shoes made little or no sound against the diamond patterned carpet that lined the floors. Ghirahim smiled and licked his lips in anticipation. Today was the day he would get a new servant! It was almost a shame. Ghirahim had loved imitating his latest servants stutter. But it had grew annoying, and had relished the day when he killed him. He skipped slightly and hummed a depressing little tune. The one sided fringe that covered his left eye was irritating him. He clicked his fingers and a diamond dagger appeared in his hand. Ghirahim held the edge on his fringe in one hand and sliced it clean off. There. That was much better. And now you could see the new diamond tattoo that adorned his cheekbone. He paused outside the throne rooms magnificent doors. He checked his reflection and strode straight through the doors.
"Ghirahim! What happened to the fringe?" Ghirahim narrowed his eyes. Tiro leant against the wall, chuckling at his brother.
"Nice outfit." Ghirahim retorted. Tiro gasped and looked at himself. He was clad in a white jumpsuit with diamond cut outs, like Ghirahim, but each teen had their own personal touch. Ghirahim had a red cloak with diamond patterns on the inside, a thick brown fabric belt and shortish white hair (with a newly cut off fringe), while Tiro had long black boots and gloves,a green diamond pendant and short red spiked hair. They both grinned and high-fived. There was a deep coughing and the two boys turned to face the man that sat in the impressive black jade throne.
"Our King" The boys bowed to the scaled man with flaming hair that smiled smugly at them.
"Oh get up you fools." The man half chuckled half growled. The boys hastily followed his orders.
"Now today, you shall be recieving new servants, seen as your last were... uuh... misplaced." Ghirahim waggled his tongue from behind Tiro and he jumped. But then he turned and punched Ghirahim in the chest. The king of demons sighed as he watched his sons squabble and fight.
"ENOUGH!" He bellowed. The boys stopped fighting and stood up straight. " Go and pick." The man sighed as a small door in the back of the room swung open and the boys ran towards it.
"Thanks father!" They yelled as they disappeared from his sight. The man sighed again. Sometimes being Demise, the king of demons was a tough job. Especially when your sons were as unruly as the two boys that had gone to pick their servants. Demise rose to his feet and summoned a huge lightning bolt that transported him somewhere in the vast expances of the Demon Realm.
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Sorry its so short but i've gotta work on two others and i have to keep up with schoolwork as well!
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